The blood pumping through me Is nothing more than a river Colder than ice And closer than death. The waste water touches my warm skin It burns me from within Why I choose to die I'll never know But the damage is quick and fierce I see the funeral procession ahead And in the coffin lays My death Of love and any feeling Never wanted to be anyone Loved or hated But as I die alone My had was debated The cause of my death You did the exact opposite Of what I wanted I loved you And you hated me Now I die alone All I can say is Thanks. Thanks to all who fucked me in the end I will go to the grave alone As I live As I've died.Birth sign: Aquarius
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